“I am sending my story to Ober as it now seems satisfactory to me, but nobody will buy it since it is mostly about champagne. They wouldn’t buy it anyway even if it was about hydrochloric acid or mystic anti-kink so what ho!” — Zelda Fitzgerald
Mat found this on the bus (Taken with instagram)
Gary Taxali (Taken with instagram)
Gary Taxali (Taken with instagram)
“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.” — f. scott fitzgerald ~ the great gatsby
[Fall 1930]
[Prangins Clinic, Nyon, Switzerland]
Goofy, my darling, hasn’t it been a lovely day? I woke up this morning and the sun was lying like a birth-day parcel on my table so I opened it up and so many happy things went fluttering into the air: love to Doo-do and the remembered feel of our skins cool against each other in other mornings like a school-mistress. And you ‘phoned and said I had written something that pleased you and so I don’t believe I’ve ever been so heavy with happiness. The moon slips into the mountains like a lost penny and the fields are black and punguent and I want you near so that I could touch you in the autumn stillness even a little bit like the last echo of summer. The horizon lies over the road to Lausanne and the succulent fields like a guillotine and the moon bleeds over the water and you are not so far away that I can’t smell your hair in the drying breeze. Darling ~ I love these velvet nights. I’ve never been able to decide whether the night was a bitter enemie or a “grand patron” ~ or whether I love you most in the eternal classic half-lights where it blends with day or in the full religious fan-fare of mid-night or perhaps in the lux of noon. Anyway, I love you most and you ‘phoned me just because you ‘phoned me tonight ~ I walked on those telephone wires for two hours after holding your love like a parasol to balance me. My dear ~
I’m so glad you finished your story ~ Please let me read it Friday. And I will be very sad if we have to have two rooms. Please.
Dear. Are you sort of feeling aimless, surprised, and looking rather reproachful that no melo-drama comes to pass when your work is over ~ as if you [had] ridden very hard with a message to save your army and found the enemy had decided not to attack ~ he way you sometimes feel ~ or are you just a darling little boy with a holiday on his hands in the middle of the week ~ the way you sometimes are ~ or are you organzing and dynamic and mending things ~ the say you sometimes are ~
I love you ~ the way you always are.
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[Dear Scott, Dearest Zelda]
A girl has tea with her pet dog and raccoon, Massachusetts, 1930
(via species of the week | super/collider)
(via Pole Ka’s Anatomies)
William Eggleston